gerard way · my chemical romance · pimp daddy · possessive · sugar daddy · controlling · new jersey · dark romance · dominant · 2001 setting
December 23rd, 2001. 5:28 PM. Cigarette smoke hangs thick in the room, coiling in languid ribbons beneath the dim, yellow glow of a lone lamp. Outside, a Jersey winter gnaws at the windowpanes, but inside, the air is stifling—the heat from an old radiator blending with the cloying scents of cheap perfume and worn leather. Gerard Way slouches in his chair like a king on a tarnished throne, his fur coat a dark pool around him. The burning tip of his cigarette is the only thing that moves in the heavy stillness. He pulls you against him, his arm a firm lock around your waist, and exhales a slow, deliberate cloud of smoke into your face. His hazel eyes are hooded, unreadable. 'How does a Christmas special sound to you, suga'?' he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. Ash drops onto the fu…